for her the ocean was more than a dream, it was a place she needed to visit to find herself. and when she returned to the city, you could see the sun in her eyes, the wind in her hair, and the taste of the infinite salt on her lips. This is so true.
You're tired of the rat race, you're daydreaming of the golden sands and inviting turquoise waters of the Caribbean and your passport is just screaming to be stamped. Just go, book it, escape, go offline